All About Me Questions Novels & Stories

Both I and Andrew was confused however I felt his voice really manly and sexy. Andrew asked, "Do you know me?" He always had a smile on his face when he talked with us, "If I am not wrong you are the heir of OMC Group, Mr. Andrew Wellington." He said, "Yes, but I am sorry this is my first time seeing you."

the man replied and Kimberly and the lady sat down in front of him. Then he brought out a form and started scribbling down on it "So, you're.... Kimberly Anderson, 19 years old, light skinned, long hair, hazel eyes," He mumbled all these as he wrote them down on the form. When he was done, he passed the form to Kimberly with a pen. "Here; sign it" he said and she slowly went through the details before inputting her signature.

Oh gosh, why did I answer that in such detail? "Oh... I see. Do you have children?" What kind of question was this? It had nothing to do with the business. "Yes... I have a seven-year-old daughter." Oh my, I answered it in such detail again. "Do you have a close friend or boyfriend?" Huh? I gaped at his latest question. "Excuse me, Troy. Isn't this meeting supposed to discuss the collaboration between our companies?" I mustered the courage to ask firmly. Troy laughed heartily.

I smiled and snuck my hand around his arm. People immediately bombarded me with questions, some asked about Cadmus’ company, the agency, and my career as a model. But there was one that had the audacity to ask why I haven’t conceived a child yet. My eyebrow rose before I replied, “ my mother doesn’t even ask me that question. Yet you think you can? Interesting.” The people around us reacted but tried not to show it. “’ I don’t see the reason why you should know,” I added.

He sighed, "Look I have had bad experiences with hiring people, it comes with being a billionaire. I just had to be sure. Don't take this the wrong way." I did take it the wrong way but kept quiet. No use fighting over this, he's already read everything about me. "Fine, so you know everything about me?" He paused, carefully answering the question. "Everything that I should know. Basics like your education, what you do, where you live and family. Nothing in depth." "Don't you think it's only fair that I know all this about you too?" He looked at me in surprise but smiled. "What do you know to know? You can G****e it, most of my life is there."

“How about we play a game? Something lighthearted. 20 Questions?” He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “20 Questions? What, like, we take turns asking random questions?” “Exactly,” I said, feeling my pulse quicken. “We ask anything—no filters, no restrictions. And you have to answer honestly. It’ll be fun.” He chuckled. “Alright, love, you’re on. You can go first.” I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the onslaught of questions that was about to come. “Alright, here’s an easy one. What’s your favorite food?”

What do you think we talk about you? About Me ?! Yes..let's see! Tell me more about your family and your home! He didn't seem to understand a lot, so I said, simplifying the matter: I mean, you don't seem to have a brother or a sister, does it? Who else would you like to talk about?

Kiaan replied And I felt like a fool in front of him. God why I just asked it? " don't feel embarrassed, Mehak . I understand your dilemma. It's good that you asked whatever doubts you have." He replied with a smile " are you this generous? I mean all the tabloids and media say something totally different about you. And after watching you for these days I can see the difference between the reel and real person. "I again asked a stupid question

We used to cook together and discuss every matter in the privacy of our kitchen. "You miss her?" He stops eating and looks at me. "I do" I nod my head. "I can't wait to meet them after 6 months" I say with excitement. "Tell me more about yourself" I pause my bite, "what do you want to know? Haven't you already done a background check on me?" I question, it comes out a bit accusingly which wasn't intended. "That file does not tell me what kind of a person you are, what do you like, what do you dislike, how you think and perceive the world" he says taking a sip of his juice.

he pointed out. I shook my head at him. This man had a come back for everything. "That you did." "So, tell me something about yourself," I said conversationally, cringing a little internally. I hated it when someone asked me that. It was such a vague question with endless answers and it both frustrated and confused me when someone asked that. Because really, what answer could one give to that? It could be anything from their favourite colour to how they nearly killed someone in an accident once.